Poem for Katie
submitted by Genevieve Santen
This is a poem that I've heard that helped me when
my friend Katie died in a fire. She was 11 years old. 
When God calls little children 
To dwell with Him above 
We mortals often question 
The wisdom of His love. 

For no heartache compares with 
The death of one small child 
Who does so much to make this world 
Seem wonderful and mild. 

Perhaps God tires of calling 
The aged to His fold 
And so he picks a rosebud 
Before it can grow old. 

God knows how much we need them 
And so he takes but few 
To make the world of heaven 
More beautiful to view. 

Believing this is difficult 
But somehow we must try 
The saddest word that mankind knows 
Will always be goodbye.

And so when little ones depart 
We who are left behind 
Must realize that loves little children 
For angels are hard to find.